It is night, outside are some drunken guys trying to sing something that seems to be a russian song, I am tired, and discovered two things. First, three of my friends have become strangers to me, in different degrees, but they were here, and I couldn’t help but notice that there’s not much to say. We live in different worlds now, I left theirs and there is no way back. It doesn’t even bother me. And that is what shocks me.
What should shock me isn’t the fact that I have lost some friends (I didn’t really lose them. I just don’t feel connected to them anymore). It is that they are and in the past I was, too, stuck in a very tiny world that consists of drinking wine, listening to the same songs over and over again, and cracking jokes that contain something related to genitals, fecal matter or both (well I didn’t tell jokes, not even in the past, but…I wasted so much time listening to this kind of stuff…). And then…reciting of the same stories that are told every time people meet.
I am glad that there are some people around me with whom I can relate. Not many, not enough, not deeply enough, but at least it is a start.